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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.