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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
ABC,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.