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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pylon to the crunk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Visage,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.