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 Denmark and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Essential Logic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.