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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Youth Brigade 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Lalann,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.