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 Poland and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.