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 Panama and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minny Pops to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
Wings,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
JFA,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.