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 Nepal and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Jacob Miller to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Swans,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.