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 Slovenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Index,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.