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 Singapore and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rock 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.