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 Syria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Wings,
Black Bananas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.