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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Pulsallama to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.