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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 London Community Gospel Choir 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.