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 Austria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.