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 France and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.