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 Panama and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 The Modern Lovers to the electroclash 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.