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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Severed Heads to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.