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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Interpol to the crunk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
The Saints,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.