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 East Timor and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Zapp to the electroclash 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
New Order,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.