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 Guinea 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 The American Breed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.