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 Iran and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.