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 East Timor and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
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 guitar 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.