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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 China Crisis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.