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 Tanzania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Amazonics to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.