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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.