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 Syria and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Clear Light to the funk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
New Order,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.