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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Style to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.