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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Blues Magoos to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.