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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Fall to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
Crime,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Brick,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.