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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 The Remains 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.