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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.