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 China and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Pussy Galore to the rock 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
UT,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Cymande,
JFA,
Skriet,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.