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 Burkina 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Slave,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.