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 Brazil and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Marine Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
UT,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Echospace,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.