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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 The Motions to the crunk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
X-101,
Oneida,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.