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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Crooked Eye to the rock 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.