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 Libya and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Cowsills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Can,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.