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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.