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 Iran and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Inner City to the jazz 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.