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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pussy Galore to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
the Swans,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.