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 Tonga and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.