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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Patti Smith to the rock 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Japan,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.