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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Joey Negro to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.