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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pretty Things to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.