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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
June of 44,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
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.