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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Deakin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.