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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Whodini to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Wings,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
MC5,
Babytalk,
Television,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Chrome,
The Move,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.