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 Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalann to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Mars,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.