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 Senegal and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the rock 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.