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 Algeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Doors to the jazz 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.