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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang On A Can to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.