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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Livin' Joy to the grime 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
Black Bananas,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
the Association,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.