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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Whodini to the electroclash 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
Magma,
Skaos,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.