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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tears for Fears to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan 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?
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.