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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.