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 Ecuador 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Agitation Free to the grunge 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.