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 Haiti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
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.