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 Morocco and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Nico,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.