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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Scion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
R.M.O.,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Organ,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.