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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 PIL to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
Steve Hackett,
Ituana,
Q65,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.