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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.