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 Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Royal Trux to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.