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 Tonga and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Organ,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.