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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 The Pretty Things to the grunge 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
Nico,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.