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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 China Crisis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Q65,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.