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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mark Hollis to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.