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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 The Offenders to the jazz 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
CMW,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.