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 Korea North and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Godley & Creme to the grime 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
Hashim,
Index,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Monolake,
a-ha,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.