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 Djibouti and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs 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?
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.