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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.