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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 OOIOO to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
New Order,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Magazine,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.