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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scientists to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Brick,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.