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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 The Zeros to the techno 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pop Group,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.