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 East Timor and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Tokyo and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bronski Beat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.