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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nirvana to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.