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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Litter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
ABC,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
10cc,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.