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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wally Richardson to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.