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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.