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 Guyana and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Busters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
ABBA,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.