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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
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 Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 The Barracudas to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.