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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Desert Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
The Sound,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.