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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moby Grape to the punk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.