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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Swans 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Nas,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.