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 Chad and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Patti Smith to the disco 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Organ,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.