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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.