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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Zero Boys to the rap 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.