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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Prince Buster to the techno 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.