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 Moldova and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boredoms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
Fear,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
The Move,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.