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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Jandek to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Can,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.