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 Colombia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Fad Gadget 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.