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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Graham Central Station to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.