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 Spain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.