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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Ultra Naté to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 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?
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
Monks,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.