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 Moldova and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Jacob Miller to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.