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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Parry Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
The Residents,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.