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 Zambia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magma to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.