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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.