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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.