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 Dominica and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Whodini to the grunge 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
Technova,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.