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 Philippines and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
The Move,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.