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 Qatar and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Shoche,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.