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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Searchers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.