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 Taiwan and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
The Move,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.