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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Boredoms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.