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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Brass Construction to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy 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?
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.