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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.