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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
Monks,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.