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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Howard Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.