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 Jordan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Nico to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.