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 Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
Moebius,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.