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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Barry Ungar 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Index,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.