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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Maurizio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.