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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
ABC,
Suicide,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.