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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Talk Talk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Monks,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.