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 Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.