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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Malaria! to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.