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 Monaco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 June Days to the disco 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.