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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.