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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Invisible to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.