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 Spain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.