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 Barbados and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
DNA,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
PIL,
Oblivians,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.