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 Italy and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.