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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.