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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Monks to the dance 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.