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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Pole,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
MDC,
Technova,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.