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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
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 oboe 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.