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 Finland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.