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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.