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 Ireland 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.