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 Iceland and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Ultravox to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.