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 Macedonia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Grass Roots to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.