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 Grenada and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.