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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.