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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 The Happenings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.