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 India and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Germs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Organ,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.