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 Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Japan to the grime 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.