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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Fugazi to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.