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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
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.