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 Colombia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.