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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.