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 Senegal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.