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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.