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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Accadde A to the grunge 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.