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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 The Gun Club to the techno 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.