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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Grauzone to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.