Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Intrusion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.