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 Morocco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 The Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.