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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gang Starr to the jazz 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Faust,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.