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 Serbia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.