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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 The Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Gong,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.