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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
Quantec,
Unwound,
Television,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.