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 Kuwait and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Evens 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.