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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 rap 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.