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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
MC5,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.