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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.