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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 The Selecter to the techno 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.