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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ten City,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.