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 the UAE and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Flipper to the dance 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.