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 Iceland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
MDC,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.