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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Skaos,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
AZ,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.