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 Latvia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Underground Resistance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.