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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Smog,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
UT,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
June Days,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.