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 Mauritius and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June Days to the crunk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.