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 Panama and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.