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 Ghana and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New York Dolls to the dance 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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.