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 San Marino and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
UT,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.