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 Botswana and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Skriet to the punk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Little Man,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.