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 Japan and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Yellowson to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.