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 Romania and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
Organ,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.