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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.