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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Birthday Party to the punk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Swans,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.