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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Blossom Toes to the punk 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
Josef K,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.