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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.