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 Angola and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.