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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Davy DMX to the rock 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.