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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Subhumans to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.