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 Somalia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eddi Front to the rock 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.