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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 L. Decosne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Television,
Index,
Franke,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.