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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.