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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Intrusion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
PIL,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.