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 Brazil and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Neil Young to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Index,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.