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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ossler to the disco 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.