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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes to the rock 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.