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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugs to the grunge 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.