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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.