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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Malaria! to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.