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 San Marino and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.