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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.