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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
The Evens,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.