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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smog 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
New Order,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.