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 Monaco and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 The Standells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Echospace,
DNA,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.