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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
The Names,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.