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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Urselle,
Cameo,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
UT,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.