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 Portugal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.