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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.