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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Jandek,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
Zapp,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Hashim,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.