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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.