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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.