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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the techno 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.