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 Antigua and from New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.