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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.