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 Philippines and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.