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 Korea South and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Index 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
Visage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
MDC,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.