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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Standells to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Can,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.