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 Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.