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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.