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 Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 The Standells to the dance 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.