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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Q65,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
Television,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.