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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hoover to the rap 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Ronan,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.