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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buzzcocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs 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 jazz 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.