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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Raincoats to the punk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.