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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Warsaw to the dance 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.