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 Grenada and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 the Germs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.