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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Franke to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.