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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
CMW,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.