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 Dominican Republic and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bauhaus 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
UT,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Can,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.