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 Kosovo and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.