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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ohio Players to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.