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 Qatar and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Unwound,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.