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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Japan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.