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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
Flipper,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.