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 Brazil 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Skaos,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.