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 India and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
Josef K,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.