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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 The Velvet Underground to the grime 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.