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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
The Standells,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.