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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.