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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.