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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Grauzone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
UT,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.