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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Massinfluence to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.