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 Belgium and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
Index,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.