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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 UT to the grunge 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.