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 Australia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Qualms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.