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 Bahamas 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 clarinet 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 The Residents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.