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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
UT,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.