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 Armenia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Misunderstood to the disco 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
JFA,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.