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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gories to the punk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.