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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Slackers,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
The Fall,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.