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 Armenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Offenders to the funk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.