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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.