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 Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Residents to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.