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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mission of Burma to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Magma,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.