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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.