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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 U.S. Maple to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.