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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Scratch Acid to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
MDC,
Ituana,
Motorama,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.