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 Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.