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 Turkey and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Cowsills to the grunge 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
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,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
UT,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.