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 Liberia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.