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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.