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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.