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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
Television,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.