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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Severed Heads to the grunge 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.