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 Brunei and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Josef K to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Q65,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.