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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
The Move,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
Franke,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.