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 Guatemala and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Birthday Party to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.