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 Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.