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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.