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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.