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 Peru and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
X-101,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.