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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Al Stewart to the crunk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.