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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 OOIOO to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.