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 Algeria and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 The Mummies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.