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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
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 Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.