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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Second Layer,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.