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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Oneida to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.