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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deadbeat to the rap 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.