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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Motions to the jazz 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
Magma,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Nico,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.