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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Gong to the electroclash 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.