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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Sugar Minott 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
Motorama,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.