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 Botswana and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pylon to the grime 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.