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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.