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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Minutemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
10cc,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
Magma,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.