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 Austria and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Cowsills to the electroclash 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
the Bar-Kays,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.