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 Austria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.