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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Moby Grape to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.