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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.