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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.