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 Russia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
New Order,
PIL,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.