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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Scan 7 to the disco 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
Unwound,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.