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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Intrusion,
New Order,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.