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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Royal Family And The Poor 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Organ,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.