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 Romania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.