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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Ituana,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.