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 El Salvador and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wasted Youth to the rock 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.