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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Fuzztones to the funk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Brick,
Sparks,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.