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 Romania and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.