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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
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 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 Ossler to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Technova,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.