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 Belize and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.