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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Minutemen to the disco 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Q65,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
Technova,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.