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 Sweden and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mummies to the dance 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Monks,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
Can,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.