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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.