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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Zeros to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.