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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Icehouse to the disco 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.