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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oblivians to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.