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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
Slave,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
Can,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.