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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 One Last Wish to the techno 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Zapp,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.