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 Germany and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.