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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.