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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Blancmange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.