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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
Bill Near,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.