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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.