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 Somalia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.