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 Angola and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Royal Trux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.