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 Georgia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.