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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Flipper to the rap 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
Interpol,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.