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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.