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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
Wire,
Pole,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
Suicide,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.