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 United Kingdom and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.