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 Zimbabwe 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.