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 Belarus and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Wings to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.