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 Colombia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magma to the rap 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.