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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Chrome to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
John Holt,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.