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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maurizio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.