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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.