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 Panama and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
the Association,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.