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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Josef K,
World's Most,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.