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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skatalites 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.