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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.