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 Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.