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 Moldova and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.