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 the UAE 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David McCallum to the disco 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.