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 Sudan and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Trumans Water to the rock 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.