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 Mauritius and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.