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 Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.