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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
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.