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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deadbeat to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.