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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 The Blues Magoos to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.