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 Ireland 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Television to the funk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Ludus,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.