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 United States and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Delta 5 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.