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 China and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Lou Christie 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.