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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dead C to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.