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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 The Music Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.