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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.