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 Mali and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 ABBA to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Fear,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
Motorama,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.