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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Royal Family And The Poor 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.