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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Fat Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.