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 Zimbabwe and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
CMW,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.