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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Tremeloes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.