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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pulsallama to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.