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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Faraquet to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
AZ,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.