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 Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Doobie Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.