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 Latvia 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
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 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 Lungfish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.