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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Al Stewart to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.