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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crime to the jazz 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.