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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 H. Thieme to the funk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.