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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Black Sheep to the techno 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.