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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.