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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.