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 Morocco and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moby Grape to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
MC5,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.