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 Belgium and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Ultra Naté to the funk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.