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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Junior Murvin to the disco 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Q65,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
UT,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.