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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Bobby Byrd to the disco 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Television,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.