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 Oman and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.