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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 New Order to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
June of 44,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.