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 Finland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Golliwogs to the grunge 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.