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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
Infiniti,
Organ,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.