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 Angola and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.