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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.