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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
cv313,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.