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 Denmark 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Average White Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Ituana,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.