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 Barbados and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the disco 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Monolake,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.