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 Turkey and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
The Gories,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
Organ,
The Techniques,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.