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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
Rakim,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.