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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Section 25 to the rock 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.