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 Iraq and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.