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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
June Days,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.