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 Malawi and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.