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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.