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 South Africa and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.