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 Benin and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.