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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.