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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grauzone to the techno 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
Neu!,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.