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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Audionom to the crunk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.