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 Tonga and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.