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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wally Richardson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.