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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
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 synthesizer 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 Wasted Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.