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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fugazi to the techno 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.