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 Niger and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
Wire,
Crime,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.