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 Denmark 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.