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 Denmark and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
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 rhodes 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.