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 Iceland and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rosa Yemen 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.