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 Serbia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.