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 Russia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Section 25 to the punk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s.
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 Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.