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 Brazil and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Severed Heads to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.