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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Audionom to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.