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 Syria and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Inner City to the dance 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
X-101,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.