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 Benin and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Tim Buckley to the rap 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Swans,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.