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 Brazil and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Lower 48 to the grunge 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
OOIOO,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.