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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magazine to the funk 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Erasure,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Interpol,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.