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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Moleskins to the rap 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.