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 Australia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Wings,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Mars,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.