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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Anakelly to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.