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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Flamin' Groovies to the rap 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.