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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T. Rex to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
DNA,
The Smiths,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.