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 Qatar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
Unwound,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.