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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Clear Light to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Japan,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.