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 Taiwan and from New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Crime,
X-101,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.