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 Armenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.