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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
Television,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Hoover,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.