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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Essential Logic to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
June Days,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.