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 Turkey and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 UT to the dance 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Smog,
Section 25,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.