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 Mali and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rites of Spring to the punk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Magma,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
John Lydon,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.