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 Congo 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Red Krayola to the grime 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
ABC,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Camouflage,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.