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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt 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?
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.