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 Oman and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 The Move to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '90s.
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 The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.