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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Godley & Creme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Can,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.