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 Ecuador 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.