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 Oman 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 The Count Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Black Dice,
Organ,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.