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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.