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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang On A Can to the dance 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
Whodini,
the Association,
Magma,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Black Flag,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.