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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Sun City Girls to the rock 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pagans,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
The Names,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.