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 Nauru and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skriet to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.