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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jawbox to the techno 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
AZ,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Scientists,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.