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 Argentina and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cowsills to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
The Human League,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.