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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bronski Beat to the disco 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.