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 Chad and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
June of 44,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.