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 Antigua 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Al Stewart to the grime 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.