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 Moldova and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Morten Harket to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.