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 Hungary and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sixth Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.