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 Vietnam and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Last Poets to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.