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 Monaco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Loose Ends to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.