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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.