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 Belgium and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
Q65,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.