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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Erasure to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.