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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
CMW,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
Pole,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.