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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Pagans,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.