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 United States and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 JFA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Nico,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.