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 Croatia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.