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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
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.