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 Kiribati and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.