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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Popol Vuh to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle 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?
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.