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 Australia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.