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 Egypt and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Von Mondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
The Sound,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.