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 Korea South and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.