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 Maldives and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Country Teasers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.