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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.