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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Pussy Galore to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Slits,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.