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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.