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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rod Modell to the dance 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
Can,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.