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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Technova to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.