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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 The Human League to the jazz 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.