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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
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 oboe 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 Golliwogs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.