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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Rekid to the grunge 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Monks,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
JFA,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
Television,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.