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 Monaco and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Moon to the jazz 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.