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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 New York Dolls to the dance 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.