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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
UT,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Nas,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.