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 Taiwan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Wyatt 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.