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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Raincoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
Roxette,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.