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 Mexico and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pagans to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
Index,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Model 500,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.