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 Korea South and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Busters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
The Victims,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.