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 Italy and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Cluster,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.