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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Oneida,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.