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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Skarface 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.