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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.