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 Zimbabwe and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.