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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Cameo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.