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 Morocco and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.