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 Iraq and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.