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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
AZ,
Qualms,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.