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 Mexico and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.