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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trojans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
CMW,
John Cale,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
Can,
The Techniques,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.