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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the techno 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.