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 Senegal and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Mojo Men to the grunge 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.