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 Togo 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 New Order to the punk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.