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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
DNA,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.