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 Australia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
10cc,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
the Normal,
EPMD,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.