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 Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Black Sheep to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.