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 India and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Detroit Cobras to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers,
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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.