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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Shoche to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.