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 France and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June Days to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.