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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.