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 Spain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the grime 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
The Index,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.