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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Adolescents to the rap 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.