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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.