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 Ghana 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Roxy Music to the rock 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.