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 Australia and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pole to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.