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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 arpeggiator 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 Funkadelic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Index,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Crime,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.