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 Belize and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ten City to the rap 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
June of 44,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.