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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.