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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.