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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Leaves to the grunge 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
MDC,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.