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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fear to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.