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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Boogie Down Productions 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.