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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Man Parrish to the rock 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Sonics,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
David Bowie,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.