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 Samoa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Hoover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.