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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Hot Snakes to the grime 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.