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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Saints to the rap 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.