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 Korea South and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Camberwell Now to the punk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Organ,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.