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 Korea South and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.