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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Crooked Eye to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.