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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.