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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Smog to the grime 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.