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 Finland and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gabor Szabo 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.