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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Joe Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
The Names,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.