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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.