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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
UT,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
MC5,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.