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 Israel and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the techno 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Skaos,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.