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 Austria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Moody Blues to the crunk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.