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 Nigeria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.