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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.