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 Cuba and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Underground Resistance to the grime 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
Index,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.