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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.