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 Serbia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Sonic Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Pylon,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.