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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Panda Bear to the rap 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.