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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Television,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha,
CMW,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.