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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.