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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 linndrum 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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.