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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.