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 Taiwan 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rapeman to the rock 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.