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 Comoros and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Nico,
Neu!,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.