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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Ohio Players to the punk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.