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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masters at Work to the funk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.