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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the electroclash 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
June of 44,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.